Writing Assignment #7, Draft 3

The Ballad of Bonny Biz McQueen

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died.

She was a sweet girl, 5 foot three
A really comely lass
She ate caviar on bagels,
And had a gorgeous ass.

All the lads were quite in love
But only one caught Bizzy’s eye,
A handsome boy with with wavy hair
His name was Rodney Pie.

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died.

Now Rodney worshipped Bizzy
And Bizzy adored him
They pledged to be faithful to each other
Ever loving without whim.

But one day Bizzy strolled out
On the sunlit lawn
And there was Rodney and Jilly Mae
Getting their freak on!

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died

The poor chick's heart was broken
She fled the awkward scene
She smashed her car into Rodney’s truck
And yelled, “That’s from Biz McQueen!”.

Bizzy was on a rampage,
She was usually like a mouse
Now screaming in righteous anger
Biz blew up Rodney’s house.

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died

She jumped into her magenta car
And headed far away
Now that her man no longer loved her
There was no cause to stay.

Blinded by tears and crying hard
She gave an almighty sniff
And inspired by Thelma and Louise
She drove right off a cliff.

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died.